At this moment, every ghost present no longer concealed their true forms.
They had not anticipated that the owner of this Lucky Fortune Mahjong parlor would be a Qing Dynasty ghost.
The other ghosts surrounding them all had ice-cold expressions, appearing as if they were already dead.
Especially their eyes, which were cold and empty.
It sent shivers down one's spine.
Lao Mo and I showed no emotional changes, only maintaining a vigilant watch on our surroundings.
As long as these ghosts dared to make a move, Lao Mo and I could instantly blast them.
Seeing this, Wu Jing was already trembling with fear.
His teeth chattered incessantly.
He was squeezing Lao Mo's arm so hard that it was almost turning purple.
“Dao… Dao… Daoist Priest…”
Wu Jing stammered, nearly biting his own tongue.
Lao Mo pulled his hand away and said,
“What are you panicking about? You’re hurting my arm.”
Lao Mo shook his arm with some annoyance.
He paid no mind to the ghosts glaring at them, appearing particularly nonchalant.
I looked at the ghost boss across the mahjong table and spoke again,
“I won’t beat around the bush with you.
You have two paths.
Either return to the underworld.
Or I will send you there.”
My tone was calm, spoken lightly.
Yet, the moment I uttered these words,
The Qing Dynasty male ghost sitting opposite us slammed the table with a bang:
“You have such big talk!”
I didn't reply, merely offering a cold smile, a killing intent already present within it.
Lao Mo tilted his head and said to the Qing Dynasty male ghost,
“Whether our talk is big or not, you’ll only know if you try?”
As soon as Lao Mo finished speaking, the atmosphere turned extremely cold.
The Qing Dynasty male ghost sitting opposite us let out a cold snort.
“Hmph!”
In an instant, the large door behind them slammed shut with a clang.
The lights in the room flickered, and waves of chilling energy exploded outward.
The temperature in the room dropped seven to eight degrees in an instant…
Sensing the surge of chilling energy and the sound of the door closing behind us, Lao Mo and I remained seated, not moving an inch.
Wu Jing, standing behind us, was clearly terrified.
“The the the door is closed. Dao, Daoist Priest…”
“It’s good that it’s closed, so none of them can leave!”
I replied softly, my gaze fixed on the Qing Dynasty male ghost opposite me.
The Qing Dynasty male ghost's eyes suddenly narrowed.
With a roar, he suddenly opened his mouth wide.
From his mouth, filled with sharp teeth, a long, sticky, red tongue shot out towards me.
My pupils dilated, and my brow furrowed slightly.
I raised my left hand, grasped the fox claw on my wrist,
And forcefully plunged it towards the Qing Dynasty male ghost's tongue.
My speed was so extreme that the male ghost couldn't even react.
With a bang, the fox claw in my hand directly pinned the tongue to the mahjong table.
The Qing Dynasty male ghost’s head also slammed onto the mahjong table.
His face contorted in pain; he likely never expected me to be so fast and ruthless.
With his tongue pinned to the table, he let out a terrified “Ahhh!”
“Boss!”
“Let go of the boss!”
The two burly male ghosts standing next to the Qing Dynasty male ghost gasped in shock, shouting in unison.
Their faces contorted, revealing fangs and tusks.
They raised their ghost claws and lunged forward.
The surrounding lesser ghosts also raised their ghost claws.
Letting out eerie cries, they too moved to attack us.
Wu Jing let out a startled scream and immediately curled up on the ground, covering his head.
But Lao Mo offered a cold smile.
With a bang, he stood up.
The talismans he held in his hand were swiftly flung out.
They flew directly towards the male ghost on our right, who was attacking me.
Before that male ghost could react, the talisman was affixed to his face.
He uttered a low chant:
“Break!”
In an instant, the talisman erupted.
With a booming explosion.
The male ghost attacking me let out a scream of agony and was blasted flying by the talisman’s power.
Almost simultaneously, Lao Mo’s left fist shot out, striking the male ghost on his left, who was attacking him.
Lao Mo's speed was astonishing, almost a blur.
With a single punch, he struck the ghost’s face.
Another burst of qi resounded, and this male ghost also cried out in pain, sent flying by Lao Mo's punch.
This all happened in the blink of an eye.
The surrounding lesser ghosts hadn't even had time to react.
Lao Mo had already leaped onto the mahjong table.
He glared around the hall, his gaze cold as he looked at the hundreds of lesser ghosts.
Pointing at them, he coldly bellowed:
“Anyone who wants to die, come forward!”
As he spoke, Lao Mo’s Xuan Dan cultivation erupted.
Waves of powerful qi rippled outwards.
The ghosts in the room, all wandering spirits who had prolonged their lives by deceit,
Felt the power of Lao Mo’s Xuan Dan and turned ashen with fear and unease.
Who would dare approach? They all retreated.
This entire sequence of actions was completed in a flash,
Executed flawlessly, without a hint of hesitation…
Watching the fearful and uneasy crowd of ghosts,
A smile touched the corners of my lips.
I had to admit, Lao Mo’s skills had improved significantly once again.
This time, he had truly shown off.
The Qing Dynasty male ghost, his tongue still pinned, looked at Lao Mo’s cultivation with utter shock.
He could never have imagined.
That our cultivation levels would be so high…